did my
dissidence

hoping
for a better
world

no pavement cracked
no house
fell down

but you put me in
the stocks of
label-round-my-neck

had them
pay to throw
rocks

telling tall tale
of how I cast aspersions
on everything taken for granted
did the dirt on
all their special special
trust in us and you shall see
plans for
somehow utopia
cloud cuckoo if you believe us
stockpiled better world

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